Author's Note
Hi! Before the reading starts, I want to put this out there:
DISCLAIMER
This work of fanfiction has been rated mature for the following reasons:
-Language
-Adult Content:
•Heavy Drinking
•Drugs
•Suicide
-Mild Offensive Themes
-...And Mild Violence.
This may affect the appreciation of certain MLP characters, so if you do not wish to read about any of these things, find another story to read, dammit! I won't be held accountable for any ruined childhoods here >:T
So, in otherwords, reader discretion is advised 
This is my first story here on Fimfiction, and I hope you all like it. Comments and other feedback are very much appreciated! Thank you for reading!
-TheLadyTwilight
The End/Dead!
The Black Parade
Written By TheLadyTwilight
Chapter 1: The End/Dead!
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Pinkie Pie's bedroom was dark, the only light source being the pale beams of cold Winter sunlight that managed to claw their way through the black curtains and shutters. The pungent scent of alcohol hung like a mist in the musty, dry air, and puffs of steam curled upwards with each of her shallow breaths. Dull, lifeless blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, and clammy hands grasped the neck of an empty glass bottle. Her head throbbed, her throat burned, and her entire body was aching. But she had to get up. She had a funeral to attend. Ever so slowly, she pried her fingers off the bottle and used her arms to sit upright, the throbbing pain in her head becoming worse with each slow movement. Pinkie's hands now gripped the edge of the mattress, and placing her feet on the hardwood floor, she pushed herself off.
Pinkie tentatively stepped forward, and ended up tripping over her own feet, landing on the floor with a heavy, resounding thud. She laid there for awhile, the wood floor cool against her hot cheek. After a few minutes, the pain in her head had subsided enough to be tolerable, so she pushed herself up and staggered to her bedroom door, leaning against the sturdy doorframe to steady herself. The blurry world swam around her, shifting and spinning with each clumsy step. With little warning, the contents of Pinkie's stomach were emptied onto the floor next to her, and making no attempt to clean it up, Pinkie made her way to the bathroom. She moved her hand to the lightswitch, thought for a moment, then lowered her arm and just leaned over the counter, trying to make out the wasted girl staring back at her.
Pinkie's once bouncing, abundant curls were now straight, falling in a tangled sheet down to her lower back. Her skin was as pale as the moon, and dark circles had formed under her lackluster blue eyes. Her hands were scarred, the light pink nail polish was cracked and chipped, and several of her fingernails were broken. She looked herself over, loathing every detail of her disheveled figure. She turned and shuffled back into her room, but only to throw on a wrinkled black dress and matching shoes & stockings, and pin her bangs back with a black ribbon. As she finished pinning the ribbon, the agonizingly loud, shrill voice of Mrs. Cake reached her ears, and her shaking hands flew to cover them.
"Pinkie Pie! Come clean up this vomit by the stairs, now!"
"I'm coming.." Pinkie replied, but her low grumble didn't reach Mrs. Cake's ears.
"Pinkie, get over here and clean up your mess! Don't make me ask you again!"
"I'm coming!" she replied, a bit louder this time.
"Pinkamena Pie, I've told you twice now to come over here and clean up this mess! Do I have to start taking money from your paycheck?"
"I SAID I'M COMING, GODDAMNI-" Pinkie was interrupted by another load of bile shooting up her throat and splashing onto the floor. She coughed wetly and stood in place, trembling and gagging at the foul taste in her mouth. Squeezing her eyes shut and exhaling loudly, she finally found the will to wipe her mouth on her sleeve and walk to the door, where her earlier mess greeted her feet. But that wasn't the only thing that was waiting for her.
"Go get the mop. I expect this to be cleaned up by the time I get back from my errands, understood?" asked Mrs. Cake sternly, pursing her lips and crossing her arms, foot tapping impatiently against the floor.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll clean it." said Pinkie, waving dismissively at her boss. Mrs. Cake just shook her head and left, leaving the front door slightly open.
"Whatever. I'm not cleaning anything." Pinkie rolled her eyes, walked to the closet, lazily threw a towel in the vomit puddle's direction, then left soon afterwards.
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Pinkie strolled through town, a black sweater slung over her shoulder. A pink bubble grew over her mouth, and blew up with a loud *pop!*. The cool, crisp Winter air nipped at her, cutting at her face and neck with knives of ice. The gray, overcast sky seemed to compliment her rugged, tarnished body and black clothing. A few people waved at her as she passed by, but she seemed not to notice. Her heels clipped the beaten dirt road as she walked to the graveyard, leaving puffs of dust in her wake. When she got there, she found her other five friends already there. There were many others as well, and it looked like the funeral was starting soon. The five girls took notice of her and happily waved her over.
"I'm glad you could make it, Pinkie." said Twilight. The quirky librarian was clad in a knee-length black skirt, shirt, blazer, and headband.
"Of course." Pinkie leaned in close to Twilight, and whispered in her ear. "Just to keep this between you and me...who died?" asked Pinkie. Twilight gave her an offended look, but obliged and kept her voice at a loud whisper.
"Diamond Tiara, Filthy Rich's daughter."
"Who the hell is that?"
"Pinkie!" Twilight hissed. "You know, the one you planned the cutesinera for?"
"......Oh, that one. I remember her."
"Yeah. That one." Twilight said angrily. Pinkie nodded and turned away from her, but was immediately addressed by Rarity, who was wearing a lacy black dress with gloves, a hat, and a matching parasol. Even though Rarity never knew, or even talked to Diamond Tiara, tears ebbed at the edges of her deep blue eyes.
"Pinkie dear, are you alright? Your eyes look simply awful." asked Rarity, reaching out with a gloved hand.
"Thanks, Rarity. It's good to know that I look awful." retorted Pinkie. She turned her shoulder away from the fashionista, trying to ignore the impulse to cover her ears again.
"Oh Pinkie, I didn't mean it that way..." Rarity stepped forward, and Pinkie turned away further.
"I'm fine, and I really don't care." Pinkie spat, voice full of venom. Rainbow Dash, fed up with her bad attitude, spun her around.
"Pinkie, stop being such a jerk!" shouted Dash. Pinkie just pushed the other girl's hands off her shoulders and gave her an "I'm going to kill you in your sleep, you stupid bitch" glare.
"What's your fucking problem, Pinkie!?" retorted Dash, hands curling into tight fists, rosy eyes filled with pure, undilated hate.
"What's my problem? Maybe my problem is that I feel like shit, Mrs. Cake is threatening to take money from my paycheck, and Twilight forced me to come to this stupid funeral for the CMC's bitch friend!"
"Well maybe you shouldn't go out and get fucking wasted every night, and learn to actually give a shit when someone dies!"
"Well maybe you shouldn't go sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!"
"Well maybe you two should just stop fighting!" Pinkie and Rainbow turned their heads towards the source of this new voice. Fluttershy. She walked up to them briskly, face plastered with a harsh scowl.
"We're here to mourn Diamond Tiara's death, not fight about Pinkie's...personal business." said Fluttershy crossly, her gentle voice dropping significantly in volume and relaxing in tone as she said "personal business".
After some more coaxing from Fluttershy, Pinkie and Rainbow ceased their fighting, and not a moment to soon. The CMC and Silver Spoon arrived shortly afterwards, and the service began once everyone had taken their seats.
"Hello, friends and family. We are gathered here on this day, the 13th of November, 2015, to mourn the passing of Diamomd Dazzle Tiara. Diamond Tiara was a bright young mare, with what was sure to be a brilliant, successful future ahead of her. She was kind and beautiful, and even though her body no longer lives, her spirit shall remain in our hearts." as this was said, several people burst into tears, including Rarity, mascara running down her cheeks. Pinkie just donned a bemused expression, and the CMC bore saddened looks as they hugged a sobbing Silver Spoon.
"Now, we will have a moment of silence to commemorate the deceased."
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"Is there anyone who would like to speak before we send Diamond Tiara on her way?" Sweetie Belle raised a hand.
"Yes, come up to the podium." The young Mage stepped up to the microphone and cleared her throat, wringing her sweaty, shaky hands.
"I...um......When I was in Elementary School, Diamond Tiara and I were in the same class...and I only knew her as someone who bullied me and my friends. But, after we talked to her and ignored her rudeness, we sort of became friends, with her and Silver Spoon. After that, I learned to see her in a completely different light, one that only bullied me because she was lonely...and felt completely unloved. A-and...and t-then..." Sweetie was crying and sniffling into the microphone, and couldn't find any other words to say. The old man, who was leading the service, patted Sweetie on the back sympathetically. She shuffled back to her seat, and the four girls all shared a teary, snotty group hug.
After everyone else had shared and cried on the mic, Pinkie raised her hand and walked up to the podium, not even the slightest trace of feeling shown on her sickly, pale face.
"So, awhile back, I threw Diamond Tiara a cutesinera, and she was literally the most demanding, snobby little bitch I've ever met. And now, I'm wondering, Diamond Tiara, did you get what you deserve? Well, you're dead, and might I add that noone ever had much nice to say, anyway, so yes." said Pinkie nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.
"Miss, may I remind you that we're honoring the deceased, not-"
"Shut up, old man! Anyway, as I was saying, I, and everyone else, never liked her anyway. Apple Bloom was always bitching about her, too, so-"
"Step down from the stage please, m'am."
"Why should I?"
"The time for words is over, so please go back to your seat."
"Fine. I never wanted to come to this stupid thing, anyway." said Pinkie, stomping all the way back to her seat, receiving silent death threats from those sitting in the chairs around her. The old man carried on with the ceremony, ending with a prayer and words of inspiration. The reception was to happen next, but Pinkie's invitation was promptly revoked. She shouted some not-so-nice things at the old man and Filthy Rich before she turned around and walked off. Twilight, wanting to see what Pinkie's sudden shift in personality was all about, walked after her.
"Pinkie Pie! Pinkie Pie!" Twilight called out, but Pinkie just continued walking, pretending not to notice. Twilight started to run to catch up, and was almost completely winded when she reached Pinkie.
"Pinkie Pie...what's...wrong?" Twilight panted, wiping her brow with the back of her hand.
"Nothing."
"That's...bullshit...just tell me...I can help..."
"No, you can't, because nothing's wrong with me. You're bullshit." said Pinkie. She started walking faster, and broke out into a full-blown run when Twilight started chasing after her again. She slammed the bakery's door shut, leaving Twilight panting in the middle of the street. Twilight put a hand on her now aching side and stared almost painfully up at Pinkie's window, which was blocked by shutters and curtains.
Inside Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie stomped up the stairs to her room, where she locked the door behind her. Slowly, she walked over to the window and parted the curtains ever so slightly, and saw Twilight staring up at her. Pinkie then pushed the curtains shut as much as possible, taking extra care to make sure Twilight couldn't see inside through the pink-tinted windowpane. She opened her closet and rifled through the piles of clothes until her hand came in contact with a smooth, cool, slightly rounded object: another glass bottle.
She smiled sadly and sat on her bed, and stared at the bottle in her hands. Tears began to pool in her eyes, but she just squeezed them shut, and then she drank. She drank and drank and drank until she fell off her bed and passed out on the floor, just like she did most every single day for months on end. This was far from the way Pinkie wanted her life to be, but now, this was the way it needed to be.
Author's Note
So, this is basically the "why is this even happening!?" chapter. Sorry it's so short...the song was a bit more difficult to work with than the other two. I hope you enjoy it nevertheless 
-TheLadyTwilight
This Is How I Disappear
The Black Parade
Written By TheLadyTwilight
Chapter 2: This Is How I Disappear
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Pinkie laughed quietly as darkness started to invade her wavering sight, a few stray tears falling down her pale face. Her laughter grew a bit louder, and louder still, until only a few objects were visible. This was how it was: the usual routine. Pinkie would have been surprised that the floor hadn't given way after the many times she'd fallen on it. Getting out of bed, putting her clothes on, going to bed, passing out. Yes, she would have been surprised if the latter hadn't just happened, for the 17th time in three weeks. But at this point, she was already in the Dreamscape, although it wouldn't be for long due to her vivid and constant night terrors. Those terrors were the sole reason for all of this, and she relived it every time she closed her eyes. Every time, for six months. In the Dreamscape, to the Nightmare Quadrant, four hours. And she still screamed herself awake.
Pinkie Pie found herself on the Pie Family Rock Farm, the place where she discovered her true talents, had loving family: this was where all her fondest memories came from. Home sweet home. Pinkie slowly walked up to the old, weathered door, hot gravel crunching beneath her feet. Her fist hovered above the worm wood, and tears once again pooled in her eyes. She didn't need to knock, though: the door creaked open all on its own. Inside was a simple house: a couch, coffee table, rug, and hearth in the living room, a staircase at the back, a ticking grandfather clock, and a tiny kitchen with a back door. The entire house was painted grey, to symbolize the rocks they farmed now, just like their ancestors did many years ago. Through the back door came a little old lady carrying a pail of water, her bubblegum-colored hair almost entirely white. Her wrinkled face was stricken with fear, and she hurriedly walked into the living room, where 6 other people were gathered.
There were 3 women, all of which looked to be in their early to mid-twenties. The first one, Maud, was tall and muscular, with shoulder-length purple hair and bright blue eyes, who wore a blue coat and grey jeans. The second, Gemini, was a bit shorter and had long, dark grey hair and amethyst eyes, and wore a simple grey dress. The third, Pinkamena, was the shortest, with wild pink hair, ice blue eyes, and was clad in light pink skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a light blue sweater. There was an older woman, Limestone, probably in her mid-fifties, and an older man, Igneous, who was about the same age. The old lady, Granny Pie, joined them, and looked down at the girl on the couch, Bellamina. She looked to be in her late teens. She had chin-length, pale grey hair, gold eyes, wore a grey tank top and blue shorts, and looked very, very ill.
Granny Pie got a cup and filled it with water, and offered it to the Bellamina, who gladly took a sip, and started coughing almost instantly. Maud placed a wet washcloth on her forehead. Bellamina tried to thank her in between coughs, and ended up coughing blood onto her shirt. Pinkamena looked over at Granny Pie with fear in her eyes.
"Granny, is Bella going to be okay?"
"I......Pinkie...Bella's going to be alright."
"Is there anything I can do for her?"
"Well...I think it may be a good idea to check her temperature again. Maud, will you go get the thermometer please?" asked Granny Pie. Maud nodded and ran off, then came back about 10 seconds later with the thermometer, and handed it to Pinkamena.
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"Done, Granny. It's...not good."
"Hand it over here, Pinkie." said Granny Pie. Pinkamena handed the small glass thermometer over to her, frowning and shifting anxiously. "Oh, my..."
"W-What...what is it..?" wheezed Bellamina, lifting her head up. No one said anything: Pinkamema and Granny Pie just stared at each other. After what seemed like an eternity, Pinkamena whispered something in Bellamina's ear. The girl's eyes widened in shock, and she stared in utter disbelief at her older sister.
"B-but...but that shouldn't be possi-" Bellamina was cut off by a sudden coughing fit, and it only stopped when she started to choke.
"Bella! Granny, what's happening to her!?" shouted Pinkamena, tears pooling in her eyes. Maud put an arm around Pinkamena's shoulder, and Gemini brushed a few strands of hair out of Bella's face. Granny Pie said nothing and looked down: she couldn't bear to look Pinkie in the eyes.
"Do something! Can't you see she's suffering!? Quit standing there and help her!" shouted Pinkamena. She pushed Gemini out of the way and leaned over her little sister, who was still coughing and choking. "Bella, look at me. You're gonna be fine, okay? Just stay with me. Come on, Bella, stay with me, you'll be okay..." Bellamina's struggling ceased, and blood started to trickle from the corner of her mouth.
"Bella, Bella come on...stop, it's not funny..." said Pinkamena, her pained voice bearing a hopeful edge. Tears started to run down her cheeks, and everyone fell silent. The only thing that managed to break the deathly quiet was a long, loud wail from Pinkamena. The pink-haired girl leaned forward and hugged Bellamina tightly, body shuddering with each hiccuping sob.
Still standing in the doorway, the straight-haired, black-dressed Pinkie blinked the mist from her eyes, and when she tried to turn her head away, found herself unable to move in any way, somehow frozen in place. She was forced to continue watching the agonizing scene in front of her, and only when Granny Pie up and left and Pinkamena stood and began to scream and lash out at her family was Pinkie allowed to wake up.
The first thing that Pinkie noticed when she woke up was her damp face and blurry vision. She looked around at the mess that used to be her bedroom, with the broken mirror, rickety furniture, and clothes all over the floor, then ever so slowly sat up. Between her now worse headache, the reoccurring nightmare of her sister's death, the stench of vomit, and the sound of the front door slamming shut, all Pinkie wanted to do was leave. She pulled herself up and walked to the door, rubbing her eyes and twisting the doorknob. All she had to do was walk outside and she was home free, but the plump figure of Mrs. Cake blocked her exit. And she did not look amused.
"Pinkamena Diane Pie, what did I say to you this morning?"
"Um...clean up, right?"
"Yes. And did you do that?"
"Ye-"
"No, you didn't! You haven't done a single thing I've asked for two weeks! I'm done with you, Pinkie. You're fired. Now get out of my house." said Mrs. Cake, thrusting a suitcase into Pinkie Pie's arms. She staggered backwards, dumbfounded.
"F-fired? Leave?"
"Yes. I expect you out of here by tomorrow morning." she growled. With that, Mrs. Cake turned and slammed the door shut behind her, then started ranting as she trudged to her room. Pinkie stood motionless, still trying to absorb all of what was just said to her. After it set in, Pinkie began to pack her things. A few hours later, Pinkie Pie was standing outside Sugarcube Corner in the pouring rain, the setting sunlight struggling to push through the dark grey wall of clouds that cloaked Ponyville. An idea popped up in Pinkie's head of who might take her in, but the probability that she would accept was virtually nothing. But, before she went begging for help at her friend's door, she had a bar to go to.
